lines:
["See the wretch who long has tost," &c.--GRAY.]

"The common sun, the air, the skies,
To him are opening paradise"

Sophy, as if suddenly struck with remorse at the thought that she, and
she alone, was marring that opening paradise to the old man in his escape
from the sick-room to "the sun, the air, the skies," abruptly raised her
looks from the ground, and turned them full upon her guardian's face,
with an attempt at gladness in her quivering smile, which, whatever its
effect on Waife, went straight to the innermost heart of Guy Darrell. On
the instant he recognised, as by intuitive sympathy, the anguish from
which that smile struggled forth--knew that Sophy had now learned that
grief which lay deep within himself--that grief which makes a sick
chamber of the whole external world, and which greets no more, in the
common boons of Nature, the opening Paradise of recovered Hope! His eye
lingered on her face as its smile waned, and perceived that CHANGE which
had so startled Waife. Involuntarily he moved to her side--involuntarily
drew her arm within his own--she thus supporting the one who cherished--
supported by the one who disowned her. Guy Darrell might be stern in
resolves which afflicted others, as he was stern in afflicting himself;
but for others he had at least compassion.

Poor Waife, with nature so different, marked Darrell's movement, and,
ever ready to seize on comfort, said inly: "He relents. I will not go
to-morrow as I had intended. Sophy must win her way; who can resist
her?"

Talk languished--the wintry sun began to slope--the air grew keen--Waife